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I Don't See Em
by 2 Chainz



[Chorus]
If I stand next to ice, then I'm camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I'm camouflaged
My future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't, I don't see you broads
Future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads

I'm criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold, fucking up your sinus,
Bitches might choke, I'm giving them the hymn lick,
I'm a pimp In my own fucking rhyme, and you my side bitch
Ugh, 2 Chainz two pinky rings
I like to play with Lucille's, B.B. King
You don't fuck with us, we don't really fuck with y'all
Stunna bought some yachts, we in the ocean playing bumper cars
Pocket full of money bitch, and my crew eating
Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel
Plated pistol, this my last shot, just left the dealership and I cashed out

[Chorus]

Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf
Swear you haters couldn't see me if I glowed in the dark
What it be like nigga? What it look like ho?
Still shine on a nigga, ten chains look like it's lightning doe
No love for you bustas, consistently stuntin'
Mo' bottles of Rose, yeah you know who run it
Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames
Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that's my code name
I'm blowing money in this bitch, I think I'm Birdman
Trapping ain't dead, getting money like the bird man
Bad bitches, whole lotta ass
Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash

[Chorus]

In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hard
Driveway shining, I'm a movie star
Open up the bank bitch, bring 'em large
Flip 'em and we bust 'em, then we ship em off
Perpetrating'll get your head bust
A hundred million, 'll get you dope flush
A new Bentley, you get a ho rush
Big money shit, we popping cause we came up
Hella choppers, on them new thangs
Big yachts, brand new wings
Them hoes flopping, 'cause they know the frame
Cartier, ten carats on my pinky ring

[Chorus]

Yeah, just like that my nigger
Dark room, tinted shades on
The GT poppin'
In the club gettin' mines homie
Back room, VIP people
YMCMB flashing lifestyle, what up Detail?
Yeah, I rock to this one my nigga, let's get it
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written by KHALED, KHALED MOHAMMAED / WILLIAMS, BRYAN / FISHER, NOEL C. / SOKO, BRIAN / DIAZ, RASOOL RICARDO / EPPS, TAUHEED / PROCTOR, ANDRE ERIC / MCCOLISTER, ANTOINE
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group